and then a really good friend got on skype

if you’re struggling for AU ideas take a look-see at this list i wrote for my friend who dubbed it “better than the 10 commandments" 

1)     Coffee shop AU

i)       Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee order

ii)      I’m worried about your coffee dependency

iii)     you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E

iv)     you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino

2)      Flower shop AU

i)       You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why

ii)      I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that

iii)     (this is also a good way to incorporate flower meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc.)

3)      Library AU

i)       You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down

ii)      I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying

iii)     The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere

4)      Awful first time meeting

i)       I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something

ii)      I thought you were my friend who’s just done something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you and shoved you from behind while calling you an asshole

iii)     You get the gist to this one

iv)     Oooh when you told me your name I thought you were joking because it’s fucking awful and I made a joke about it and things got awkward real fucking fast (perfect for a Hannibal au just saying)

5)      Weird places to meet/awkward meetings in general

i)       We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together

ii)      “okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, fuck I’m going to die aren’t I?”

iii)     A personal favourite of mine – first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

iv)     We keep accidentally running into each other I’m not a stalker I swear

v)      You live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and oh you’re the stripper at my friend’s stag do/hen night fuck this is really uncomfortable

vi)     “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”

6)      Friends to romance – pining and all that wonderful shit

i)       You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

ii)      I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex

iii)     You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?

iv)     Somewhere along the way of getting into bar fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my god this could ruin EVERYTHING

v)      Friends with benefits oh wait I like you

7)      FAKE DATING HOLY SHIT I LIVE FOR THIS

i)       It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me

ii)      My homophobic parents are coming to visit will you pretend to date me as an extra “fuck you”?

iii)     There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

iv)     I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP

8)      Soulmate aus

i)       The first words your true love(s) will say to you are tattooed on you and why the fuck are their first words something really ridiculous like ‘I’ll pay you a tenner to punch me in the face’ or ‘quick what’s your favourite animal’ or ‘fucking shit hell holy fuck wow oh my god jesus h Christ fuck me’ etc. or even worse a really ridiculous song lyric like  the opening lines of uptown funk or a high school musical song or smthing did you have to serenade me the first time you saw me asshole?

ii)      You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or an overwhelming feeling that Thatcher was a good prime minister or an image in my mind of a fucking unicorn

iii)     The more ridiculous the better actually

iv)     Something like whenever your soulmate sings a duet you can’t help but join in and my fucking soulmate is in a goddamn band but I can’t sing for shit

v)      Or maybe something like soulmates always sneeze at the same time and I cant be sure but me and this kid in my French class just sneezed at the same time are we soulmates or was it a coincidence (proceed w character trying to make themselves sneeze around said person to see what’s what)

9)      Alternate universes for real

i)       Mermaids

ii)      Siren and asexual pirate who doesn’t understand why all his crew are losing their shit that person has a nice voice sure but what the fuck is happening

iii)     Hogwarts

iv)     We live in a world where the greek gods are real and you went and got yourself cursed and now I have to go on a fucking quest to sort this shit out why do I love you again?

v)      Pacific rim au (either they’re drift compatible or one of them is a ranger and the other stresses constantly bc what if they die yes I have read a fic like this no I didn’t come up with this one but it’s fucking good) (also if you haven’t seen that film go watch it now)

vi)     Literally any movie or book universe you like tbh just go for it

10)   Other aus that I like

i)       I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck

ii)      We work in the same office and you have a goddamn squeaky chair and you wONT FUCKING STOP SQUEAKING IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT ANNOYS ME

iii)     Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

iv)     It started to snow and I’m the only one of our friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others would go out in the snow with you (this works best if they’re new friends who don’t know each other all that well) when you shoved a handful of snow down my back and declared snow war

v)      It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the tree out no stop please stop (if you do this pre-relationship you can have the grouchy one secretly finding the other’s excitement endearing and falling in love with them actually that works for established relationship too)

vi)     Current partner got a new job in America (or other country far away) and we’re getting by on skype calls and emails but it’s not easy and then I met someone new (can be poly or can be finding the OTP person)

vii)   You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses

viii)  Carrying on from 10.vii. you’ve caught me checking you out in what I thought was a subtle way too many times and now you’re calling me out on it what do I do???

ix)     You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??

x)      You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute

xi)     I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious and shut up you dumb fuck you don’t know me aahhh

xii)   I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water

xiii)  Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”

xiv)  You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no

Okay I could go on forever but this is over 1,500 words of auing already I have too many ideas christ

send me some to @theskyis-forever with a pairing for me to write :)

anonymous asked:

My two friends really hate your blog. They were ranting about it to me on skype. Something about a stupid plot twist, or a convoluted plot device. I disagree. This blog is always good, no matter the change. I would like to congratulate you for getting this far and advise you to keep up the good work! Thank you, from Bob B Blubing. Yes, that is my name.

Oh yeah i got a couple of messages from them XD; it’s cool tho 

ty~
Fallout 4 Companions As Parents

- Cait is the token ‘hot mom’, would definitely burst into the school like a hurricane if she found out her child was being bullied and demand the principal got up off their fat corporate funded ass to do something about it, if they didn’t she’d go to the kids houses and ask to fight the fucking parents, wouldn’t be able to cook to save her fucking life so your prime source of nourishment would be pizza she ordered (she’d be cool about it and let you pick whatever toppings you want), bedtime would be nonexistent and vague and she’d pretty much just tell you to go to sleep whenever she figures out it’s actually pretty late, you’d find her the next morning passed out on the couch with a bag of pretzels tucked into her side, ‘sex ed’ mom who all your friends come to for help even before the actual sex ed teacher or their parents, everyone’s kind of scared of her so you don’t really have to worry about anyone bullying you, let you have your first sip of alcohol, once you get older lets you have some drinks as long as you stay in the house bc she knows kids always find a way to drink, when you wanna try out for a sports team she helps you work out and trains with you, when you go on your first date and they come to pick you up she glares a hole into their head but tries to be polite bc you’re her fucking baby, gives you the coolest hand-me-down clothes

- Hancock, ‘the Cool Dad’, one time you came home in tears after getting dress coded in Jr. High and he was genuinely flapperghasted (’you look fine? The fuck you mean they said ‘you were distracting the boys’?? You’re eleven???), busts into the school and gives the principal AND the teacher who dress coded you the scare/tongue lashing of their fucking lives, lets you wear whatever you want within reason, takes you shopping and if you pick up something weird that tangibly no one else would wear he looks at you dead serious and says ‘i love it.’, the ‘fuck yeah stick it to old people while eating cereal in his jammies’ dad, totally respects and adores your rebellious phase bc you’re teaching yourself that the system is corrupt, always went to all your daddy/daughter or father/son dances and events and scared the shit out of all the other parents despite being the friendliest person there, picks you up from school blasting rock music and takes you to get ice cream after a game/performance/bad day, ‘auntie fahrenheit’ who comes to visit and always stays up watching true crime and law and order with you, she teaches you practical self defense as opposed to hancock’s ‘here’s a knife stab em until they drop’ take on it, occasionally picks you up from school to go play laser tag with hancock and all their friends, has an entire hanse of friends who all think you are a fucking angel and would probably die for you, he helps you clean up after a wild party so your other parent doesn’t find out, when you come home drunk as a fucking skunk he makes you a sandwich gets you some gatorade and tucks you into bed only promptly to wake you up at 6AM to mow the lawn to teach you a valuable lesson, when your first date comes to pick you up he greets them in his signature ‘hancock’ coat draped over his jammies eating chocolate rice krispies with a ‘sup dude’ no matter what gender they are much to your utter embarrassment, always the first to hug you after someone breaks your heart

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Ok but Yuuri and Phichit’s relationship though

-I bet they were dating back in Detroit. 

-They weren’t the kind of couple to dress up and go on fancy dinner dates, they just liked staying at home under some blankets watching movies

-Lots of cuddles and soft kisses uwu

-THEY WERE THE BEST PARENTS TO PHICHIT’S HAMSTERS HAMSTER DADS YES

-One day Phichit came out to Yuuri as asexual/panromanctic and he was scared Yuuri would break up with him but Yuuri, being Yuuri, was super supportive and assured him he still wanted to be his boyfriend

-Phichit did Yuuri’s makeup all the time and got really good at it (still not over his eyeliner in episode ten)

-MOVING AWAY FROM EACH OTHER WAS THE MOST HEARTBREAKING THING. Tears were shed at the airport but they skyped as often as they could

-As we all know, though, they did break up, but it wasn’t over an argument or something. They just both decided the distance put too much strain on their relationship and decided to break up. They remained really close friends though and their relationship wasn’t diminished in the least

-Sometimes Phichit visits Yuuri and Viktor in St. Petersburg and he and Yuuri are still really cuddly which makes Viktor a little jealous but he knows how much Yuuri loves him and how happy Phichit is for him and Yuuri so he lets them be

-Actually, he joins in on the cuddling a couple times which Phichit doesn’t mind. He looked up to Viktor for years too

-Phichit and Viktor get to know each other really well, bonding over their love for Yuuri. 

-PHICHIT IS YUURI’S BEST MAN AT HIS AND VIKTOR’S WEDDING

Should I write a fic of this?? I love Yuuri and Phichit’s relationship so much, I can hardly help myself.

Bonus: Phichit bringing up the body pillow of Viktor that Yuuri owned and Yuuri blushing up a storm while Viktor dies laughing

Jilted (Laurens x Reader)

Masterlist

Request Queue (I reorganized it and it looks so PRETTY)

Request- “27 and 16 with Laurens please? Love your writing!!!”

16- “Get outta my sight!”

27- “What’s going on here?” 

Warnings- ANGST if i roll with the idea i have in my head rn, this won’t even be the angstiest part ;)

A/N- (Lol so this is probs gonna be a mutiple part fic and I blame today’s skype call cuz we talked about Laurens a lot and i got Inspired™️)

Words- 1,930

“He’s doing it! He’s asking for permission!” you said excitedly. Your friend, Martha,  looked up at you eagerly. 

“Really? How do you know? Did he tell you?” she asked. You sighed and shook your head. 

“No, but I have good reason to believe he’s meeting with my father and why else would he be doing it if he wasn’t asking for my hand?” you explained. Martha nodded. A smile stretched across her face, crinkling her eyes. 

“When do you think he’ll ask you?” she inquired. 

“I don’t know!” you bubbled. “There’s a ball coming up, but I don’t know if he’d want to do something that public.” 

“Whatever he does, I’m sure it will be beautiful. John’s a very romantic man.” she confirmed. 


You were out for an evening stroll. The sky was a deep blue, but not yet black; a few stars were waking up.  You held tightly onto John’s hand and looked up toward the sky, admiring the way you could almost see the curve of the earth. 

“God, you’re beautiful.” you heard John say.  You looked over to him and smiled. 

“You’re pretty good looking too.”  you joked. He stopped and turned to look at you, taking both of your hands in his. 

“I’m serious.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “Your hair is sparkling in the moonlight, and it’s driving me mad.” he whispered. Your grinned, reached up, and pulled at the black ribbon that was keeping his hair back. 

“Now yours is too.” you cooed. John smiled and tilted your chin up to kiss you. You smiled into his lips and squeezed his hands lightly. He pulled away and sighed. 

“Y/N I need to tell you something.” John said. Anxiety filled your gut. Whether it was excitement or fear, you couldn’t tell. 

“You’re…” he looked down awkwardly. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Nothing compares to the way I feel about you.” he explained, stumbling over his words. You felt your heart sing. “I love you so, so much.” His eyes met yours. They were so full of emotion that it took your breath away. John slowly bent down onto one knee. 

“Y/N, will you…will you marry me?” 

It took a second to register that you actually had to answer him. He didn’t automatically know your thoughts, though sometimes it felt like he did. 

“I..yes! Of course, John!” you stammered quickly. John grinned and in a flash he was on his feet and his lips were against yours. Your lips tingled and your heart raced. Your limbs were going numb and all you could feel was him against you. A million things filled your mind, but the thought of John was the only one that wasn’t fleeting. You held onto him tightly, praying that you would never have to let him go. And soon you wouldn’t. 


“My only goal is to make you look beautiful.” Hercules explained as he circled around you. 

“It feels like your goal is to make me stand here until my legs give out.” you mumbled. Hercules showed you an angry look and bent down to adjust the pins towards the hem. “Hercules! You don’t have to be so particular!”

Hercules looked scandalized. “I do!” he gasped. “Two of my closest friends are getting married! The dress is the most important part of the wedding! Everyone will be looking at it.” You sighed and let him finish until he was satisfied. 

“Laurens won’t be able to keep his hands of you.” he said with a smile. 

“Let’s hope.” you smirked back. 


“I can’t do this.” you sighed. Martha’s head snapped up at you.

“Get married?” she asked eagerly.

“What? No…well yes and no.”

Martha gave you a look and encouraged you to elaborate.

“I want to marry John, of course I do.” you sat down beside your matron of honor with a huff, “It’s just, this whole ceremony. What if I mess up? Everyone will be looking at me! I could fall or say my vows wrong or drop my bouqet.” You placed your head in your hands and gripped your hair in frustration. Martha’s hand gently rubbed your back.

“It’s going to be okay.” she soothed. “Think about it, Y/N. It’s a few weeks of stress, and then the rest of your life spent with a man like John at your side.” You looked up at her, and she smiled softly. “Isn’t that worth it?”

You thought of John and the idea of spending the rest of your days with him, starting a family with him, having him beside you when you wake up and when you go to sleep.

Your eyes softened. “It’s worth it.”


“I wish we could just be married now.” Your fiancee remarked. He was leaning against a tree with your head in his lap. His fingers were running through and detangling your hair. You closed your eyes in contentedness. 

“I know,” you sighed, “but there’s preparation that goes into these things. Only one more week, love.” 

He sighed deeply. “I can’t wait.” 

You beamed up at him. “Me either.” 

“Mrs. Y/N Laurens…” He let a finger trace along your face. 

“Sound good?” you taunted. 

“It’s great.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. “It’s all I ever want to here again.”


You stared up at your ceiling. You felt cold and alone in your bed with nothing to do and no one to talk to. The darkness was creeping its way off the walls and into your mind. 

You’d told all your friends that you didn’t want to do anything this night. You made sure all the preparations were ready days before. You said that you wanted to enjoy a quiet night by yourself so as to not further aggravate the nerves you were already feeling. You wanted to spend time with your thoughts before morning came and your life changed forever. 

Now that you were here, however, you desperately needed a distraction. You sighed and looked out your window. Night had not yet fallen completely, though it was very dark. You sighed and made up your mind. 

The night air was chilly, but you didn’t mind. It was nice feeling the breeze brush past your skin. It made you feel alive. You closed your eyes and relished the moment before continuing on your way. 

It had gotten supremely dark by the time you reached Martha’s house, but your nerves had already settled quite a bit. You reached a fist up to knock on the door, but realized it may wake her or her neighbors. Instead, you pushed on the door, which was almost was unlocked. However, this time, you were met with resistance. You sighed and searched along the side of the house you’d often stayed in growing up. You knew exactly where they kept a key. Your hand felt a coolness on the underside of one of the panels, and you grasped the key with relief. 

The house was eerily quiet when you stepped in. Even the dust was completely settled. 

“Martha?” you called out. No response. You walked through the house, quietly approaching her bedroom. The door was open slightly and you heard Martha’s voice drift softly through the air. Before you were able to register what she said, you pushed the door to her bedroom open. 

She was on top of him. His hands gripped her bare waist. Their lips were locked in a tight embrace. Her hands ran up his chest slowly. Both their eyes were closed in bliss. 

“Wh-what’s going on here?” You already knew the answer but your mind couldn’t form one coherent thought. Martha screamed and fell off John. You were already out of the room. 

John’s voice was calling after you, but you couldn’t hear anything but your blood rushing. His hand clasped around your wrist. You turned quickly and slapped him. 

“Don’t you ever touch me again!” you shouted. He cupped his face with one hand, the other gripping a sheet around his waist.  You moved toward the door, but he was too quick and stood in front of the door. You heard Martha’s footsteps behind you.  

“Please, Y/N lemme explain.” His speech was slow and his breath reeked of liquor, but that wasn’t the only reason you were disgusted with him. 

“Get out of my sight.” you seethed. You pushed John out of the way and opened the door. 

“Y/N please! It’s late you could get hurt alone out there!” John pleaded. 

You kept your back to him and Martha. “I already am hurt, Laurens.”

You didn’t dare look back at him. 


The air was no longer refreshing; it was suffocating.You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. You wanted to scream, but no sound came out. You just stared straight ahead, even unaware that you had stopped walking. 

“Is there a problem miss?” someone asked. You did not answer. You felt a hand on the small of your back. Half of you screamed to run or kick or punch, but the other half was too tired to care. “Missy, I bet I could wake you up real nice.” he slurred. 

Fine. Do it. You thought. See if I care. 

His hand went around your waist and-

“What the fuck are you doing?! Get off her!” a voice boomed. You hardly noticed when the man’s hands left your body. 

“We were just trying to have some fun, weren’t we?” 

You did not move. 

“Get out of here before I do something I regret.” the other man growled. You heard footsteps slowly dissipate into the night. “Y/N, fuck, are you okay? What did he do to you?” Hercules’ blurry figure appeared before you. His hands went to your arms and his eyes scanned for injury. You stared straight ahead towards the moon, your body numb. “What happened to you? Me and the guys are out looking for Laurens and-” 

You snapped back to reality. “Don’t you dare say that bastard’s name in front of me.” you spat. 

Hercules’ eyes widened. “What did he-”

“He fucking cheated!” you screamed. “He slept with Martha! My best friend and my fiance!” 

Hercules pulled you tight into his chest. You finally cried. You cried and you screamed and you pounded your fists against Hercules’ chest. He just stood there and took it. You sobbed until you could barely stand, and when that happened Hercules’ held you up. When you had reduced to hiccuping, Hercules put his arm around you and walked you back to your house, his eyes showing apprehension the whole way. 

As soon as you got through the door, your body snapped into action. You ran up the stairs to your bedroom and ripped the dress Hercules’ had spent so much time on out your closet. Grabbing an oil lamp, you sprinted out your back door, Hercules finally catching up to you. 

“Y/N w-what are you doing with that dress?” he asked carefully. 

You ripped several strips of fabric off the dress. Hercules winced but didn’t stop you. You threw the rest of the fabric down on the ground, your demeanor eerily calm. Opening up the lamp. You let the end of one of the strips dance over the flame. When it caught, you threw it on the rest of the dress, doing the same with each piece of fabric until a fire roared in front of you. The only sounds were the rush of the blazing dress and Hercules’ breathing. 

You look out at the rising sun, shining orange as the flames. 

Morning had arrived, and your life had changed forever. 

How to get *Hormones* HRT

This small article (goes to people over 18) will be about how to take care yourself and do what you want, in transition. Not letting government Regulations and doctors opions slowing down your transition.
So if you are an MtF or TS or …. if this has helped you , or if you know somebody for whom this could be if help. - Please share it.
Giving a few informations about me and my knowledge going to the important points. You can skip and read it after ;-)

1. All the informations around , i am a german student who always was curious about ladyboys or shemales. A little pervert, i am sorry, but that is who i am. With 15 i started to figure out where to find some for me, i not only wanted sex , but my experiences taught me that having a bio girl is not working for me.
I travelled to Thailand and you can believe me or not but i luckily found a ladyboy who really loves me and still does it today (5 years later) i was really lucky because that’s not often the case, the LBs are not easy to get , specially for long term relationship, i made some as i call them “personal Studies” meeting some LBs (keeping it secret to my LB gf) and there where some difficulties.
My girlfriend is 11 years older, i think that played in my Hands, we saw each other every year for the whole summer holiday 4-6weeks and stayed together 24/7. I can tell you both extrems distance and 24/7 is a heart test for a relationship. No she became older and our sex-life somehow broke up, now we are having a sexual-open-realationship . We skype called all the time at least every second day.
You can’t imagine what expertise about Thailand and it’s ladyboys i got. I learned well , life and school thought me a lot, so knowing that knowledge only from one source has better to be verified by another source.
Making some new thai friends and eating thousands of times with all her friends or all my other thai friends friends adding all information i research from the Internet, i got a good knowledge about everything what was in my interest.
I believe i am a really smart person (but laziness keeps me away from success).
So i always was good in biology and chemistry toke an extra course in both subjects at my school. Some of my hobbies is to read Wikipedia, you can really learn alot from that. And i am politically interested and stand for freedom (personal+economical) and for self-responibilty (eigenverantwortlich).
I believe everyone is the maker of his one luck and nobody should interfer here. Meaning it somebody wants to kill himself go for it , eating unhealthy it is your decision and so on. Freedom ends where anothers person freedom begins. So I would never say steal from somebody etc. This also is right for medicin for example Antibiotics wrongly used produce resistant bacteria and they harm others and there freedom. Taking hormones or paracetamol can only harm yourself (if you do it wrong) so you can do with your body what you want. I don’t know how it works in other countries but here in germany “the government” makes the assumption, “ok we know better what is good for you so you can’t ……. can …. must….” I am her to tell you that this is wrong , Only YOU know what is best for you, and if you want to ride a bike, do it , if you want to be a slut, that’s ok ,drink a beer, your way.
So if you decided for yourself , I want to be a girl , I want to take HRT even if i am not trans I just want to try ,or you want to be a Tgirl.
It’s your choice no drug regulations or family members doctors whatever should stop you. But it’s there right to share their opinion. Just not let anyone suppress you.

2. Know the real hormone Part; the standard hormone treatment is; a testosterone blocker and a estrogen supplements mostly individual dosage, in most countries these wonderful (the best hrt you can get) drugs , are expensive , only accessible through a description and often involve a hard psychological test if you are really trans.
I am a normal guy, I was confused about my identity for some months in the end I decided to stay as a guy. But in my process I wanted to know what it feels to be a girl , one of the experiments was taking hormones for one and a half month. I dosaged it between normal and strong. Never any doctor has got to know it BUT I informed myself knowing as much as I could about hormones and body systems in general (wiki) so I knew all possible side effects , I knew what to look for and what to observe. You should do that too.

Btw the effects are amazing the worked good on my I think I got a little boobies and the real effects where in my brain being a rational calm person was over I was fluted with emotions, and the where changing so fast, and to tell the truth, math was harder for me at that time , in general focusing long on unemotional things was nearly impossible my feelings went really crazy, and I got a bit more into guys that time.

I can tell you not knowing it not understanding it you won’t die. I can tell you that 70 % of the ladyboys in Thailand who take hormones, do it on there on way, it’s a normal thing , the hear from there friends what to do how to do , and sure some might die 10 years even 30 years earlier.
But all people here know : what is 10 years more if all the rest is in the wrong body (or hiding sexuality or ….) so if you are under or 20 know the question is being a happy girl for 40 years or living your closet life for 55 years.
But keep in mind you can inform yourself and with your own knowledge you reduce the risk of anything.

3. Hormones how?
you won’t get the the real HRT as described under 2. But there are some easy equivalents that work just as fine or even better because nobody is making is making you worried. My gf told me a story the she and hear friend wanted to be ladys so much and fast that they just toke more and more and more. One day the became so weak the couldn’t walk, laid in bed, and both just couldn’t hold there pee because of the weakness the overdose has oroduced (funny story) . But in the end they take the normal dosage and everything was fine. So you can try out anything and what all ladyboys in Thailand do I have heard from they try one product, if the are hapoy with it keep it, or changing to the next , they’re always looking what there body talks to them. And there are differences.

4. finally the trick about getting hormones.
The estrogen is easily find in the anti baby pill (not the aftersex emergency pill)
And they are quite easy to get.
But there are differences in each pill , some includes more/less of that or that. So depending on the easiness of getting them you should try as much as possible and find the best product for you.
The maybe strongest / best to see the fastest changes might be the “ DIANE 35” because it includes much estrogen but also progesterone which works like an testosterone “blocker” one ladyboy told me that taking that she got woman’s fat (on womanly places) but was sleeping or eating doing nothing else.
You can also work with the dosage one tablet a day 2 a day 3 a day (maximum) or half a day or every second day. Inform yourself too, you will learn much. For ex. Letting the hormones fluctuate is not good.

So how to get your pills . If you are lucky living in Thailand or a “free” country you just go to the pharmacies and buy them if the ask “it is for my sister”
I some countries it is harder. Than there are manly to ways: one you travel to the next “free” country, buy them taking them home. Or the way around is having a friend (girl) or sister , mother or somenone which is supportive , can get the prescription and you get the pills , this is how the way how I got my ones. I still have enough for a month so message me if you are a ts in germany.
That was all I have to share pleace follow and share .
Questions ? Message me robibac

so, i’ve been doing.. a lot of thinking, lately. about regrets, and growth, and generally… growing up, i guess. and i feel like i finally have all my thoughts together, and i figured it was worth sharing? although… please do//n/’t reb//log (i know there’s jerks that search the full term and reblog to be spiteful. shame on them! )

this isn’t about any specific person, or even any specific group of people, just… my experience, growing up online and being a child of the internet, and… uh… a person.

so. here we go.

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dinahbabs high school AU go
•Dinah and babs , in high school, super cool cute girls who r v badass
•but they kinda run with different crowds right
•babs runs the school radio or smth
•Dinah is like in a punk band and she’s a tough girl™ but she has jock friends and stuff (cough Ollie cough)
•the school has a thing where u can talk abt ur band and they’ll play a song of urs on the morning radio if it’s deemed Ok
•dinah’s like holy fuck guys I’m entering us
•so she goes up 2 the school radio place to give the cd
•she finds her bisexual ass ASTOUNDED by the cute and bored looking radio host
•they strike up a conversation while Dinah is filling out the form •they kinda just take a liking to each other u know it’s a perfect fit
•babs calls her up again later in the week to talk abt her cd- literally just an excuse to see her oh my god she is like dying over this blond enigma with the fingerless gloves and the dark lipstick grin and the voice of an angry angel
•but this is babs she’s cool she’s always Cool so she u know makes any excuse possible 2 see her again. Cool. V slick. I mean it’s not any better on dinah’s part she just couldn’t think of an excuse to go back up there
•so they kinda end up talking abt literally everything but the cd👀👀👀 real smooth
•Dinah convinces her to come to her band’s show
•babs is usually busy what with keeping everyone’s life together but Dinah kinda helps her relax and be free for a little while
•Fast forward like a week they’re best friends now but they’re best friends who r low key flirting with each other All Of The Time
•something involving dinah’s jacket happens, babs wears it and it’s emotional and cute
•So she’s wearing it and they’re hanging out beside dinah’s motorcycle
•dinah’s sitting on the hood of someone’s car cause she’s a rebel and barbara is sitting beside her in her chair and they’re both giggling cause they just did something against the rules idk what
•babs has her hair loose and she’s wearing dinah’s jacket and her cheeks are pink from exhilaration and dinah’s losing her mind she"s so cute
•they r now kissing neither of them know how they got there but it’s soft and sweet and loving and really really good
•Now they’re dating but not much changes they still do best friend things but they do it while holding hands and stealing kisses
•Dinah’s song makes it on the radio
•And so does every song she writes about babs after that

spacesugars  asked:

Okay so recently almost all of ur personal posts have had some mention of ur new gfs and honestly it is so nice and I'm glad to see u so excited?? It's is good???

awwwwwwww

I’m glad my happiness is making other folks happy too :)

But yeah idk its been very sudden but at the same time very good? like my relationship with each girl developed along a different trajectory but they all love me and like each other and its so great

Like, as Alice likes to joke about and others point out I used to complain about her blog, pretty much entirely based off rumors that turned out to be as unsubstantiated as the rumors that I’ve now accrued as a trans woman with a modicum of visibility on a social media platform. And really when I got to know her as Alice rather than trans-mom, which took time, I realized she’s actually this exceptionally caring person. I think we bonded over that because, with the stuff she does on her blog and I do on TLL, we’re kinda in the same line of work - keeping trans folks alive. And I got to know her wild life story and as we talked we realized we have nothing in common as far as interests yet we just like, appreciate each other a lot and its so wonderful just getting to talk to her. She’s talked me through some serious anxiety already since we became gfs (yes, that’s how quick my anxious little heart falls into breakdowns) and she was so great.

Meanwhile, Sally was inauspicious too because for a while I had kind of convinced myself that I only wanted to be friends with her. Probs bc at one point in the past she used to call me her big sister and I din’t want to sully that. But she developed a crush on me, and meanwhile I just fucking fell in love with her personality without realizing it. Like, I would check her blog multiple times a day, and she’s just so witty and fun. Then we finally got around to skyping and it became clear that not only was she like, adorable and unique she’s also this very fundamentally good person, who is like, respectful and careful and really wants to do right by the people she cares about. And through interacting with her more I had already learned that like, all that fun and wit and singing and awesomeness is something she like, consciously tries to be in spite of depression and anxiety, and that’s something I really admire. I just hope she understands how important she is to me.

And finally Sammy was different in that, like just about everyone who knows her I immediately developed a huge crush on her. And I think that actually led in part to me keeping my distance for a while after our first meeting - well, skype session. Which is also wild because legit Sammy was the first girl I was in any way intimate with (at least over cyberspace) since the slow demise of my last relationship that lasted 5 years (being a lesbian dating a straight girl is a biiiiitch). And honestly it makes so much sense that I had that experience with Sammy, she’s just this wonderfully sweet, open, and unassuming person despite how much people kind of fawn over her bc of the whole gorgeous tall blonde thing. Like, as I told her back in the day, she looks pretty enough to be pretentious yet she totally isn’t. Instead she’s this amazing girl who first of all is a fucking stellar artist, is a loving and diligent partner, and in general seems to seriously want to grow into a very positive figure for other trans people. Plus she’s fucking weird in the most adorable ways :p

Anyway yeah, those are my girlfriends now and I love them. This whole poly thing is new to me, trying to make ldrs work is new to me, but recent experiences have shown me that “you can’t recreate the past,” so trying new things might be really rewarding. And I can’t think of anyone better to go on that sort of journey with than these girls :)

Thoughts

My canonverse fics just got Jossed and I d on’t care.

So the glove thing was meant to be improvised, in which case these two are so in tune with each other it’s unreal. When they go to bed together it’s going to spectacular.

I just watched @synstruck watch the video on skype and now I am thirsty for more reaction videos.

Also for cosplay SYn buy some fucking gloves.

I like how the fandom was all ‘ah it’ll be a slow burn where they’ll be really good friends and gradually realise-’ No. No it was nothing like that.

Prompt:  AU | The 7 in high school together?
by @lillytalons
  • Percy’s the skater and swimmer, he’s had a crush on Annnabeth since they were in middle school. They became closer through their mutual friend, Grover. She started helping tutor him because he was having such a hard time and she understood the dyslexia. They started dating in high school. 
  • Grover left to be a foreign exchange student in a third world, and help make the world a better place. He still keeps in touch with Annabeth and Percy though, they’re still best friends and the whole group has met him, either before he left or through skype. 
  • Annabeth has no idea how she ended up being friends with the rest of these crazy people, but her and Piper ended up on a school project once, and actually got on really well despite the different social circles. Piper dragged her out to be more social, and so her and Percy got mixed into the friend group. 
  • Jason’s the quarterback, VP of the student body, and also slightly (extremely) rich though he doesn’t spread it around. His dad is really powerful, but also super strict, so while Jason’s grades are almost as good as Annabeth’s most people don’t realize he’s so good. He definitely doesn’t give off the studious vibe. 
  • He stumbled onto one of Piper and Leo’s pranks on a cheerleader one day. He disapproved at first, but they told him exactly what she had said about Piper’s absent mother and mysterious father. He ended up helping them and never got out of their shenanigans. 
  • He and Annabeth end up with a sort of odd friendship, once Annabeth got over her competitiveness, she and Jason started helping each other with their relationships. They would go to each other for advice with the other gender, and it ended up working really well. 
  • Hazel came along with Nico to one of the movie nights, and was thrilled when they chose Disney, even though everyone else groaned when Percy chose Finding Nemo. Apparently it wasn’t the first time and it happens every single time Percy is allowed to pick. Frank was smitten right away but tried to act natural. Hazel ended up coming to all the movie nights, and hanging out whenever they did anything outside of school, she was in a different school because she lived with her mom, not her dad like Nico. They had different mothers, but became extremely close, Hazel helped draw Nico out of his shell. 
  • Frank and Percy met each other at like a family gathering which never really happens for Percy and Sally but one of Frank’s relatives found some sort of relationship that connected them so they got invited and Sally figured-why not? 
  • Frank and Percy were some of the only teenagers at the party, and recognized each other vaguely from school. They ended up getting along well despite the fact that they didn’t share a whole lot of interests and still have no idea how they’re related. I mean, Frank’s Canadian-Chinese and Percy has some sort of islander blood? 
  • Leo and Piper met at a correctional summer camp, some sort of random wilderness thing, and as two mostly non-malicious trouble makers they ended up being friends. Piper could actually laugh at Leo’s humor and Leo was a surprisingly useful accomplice in pranking mean teachers and students alike.
  • The records of their last day prank are still sealed, and only the group knows what happened. The rest of the student body only hears vague references and inside jokes. The full story was disclosed one night when it was past midnight and they were all at the stage of sleeplessness combined with a sugar high that matches being drunk. 
  • Nico while not always part of the group, especially with the pretty large age gap for high school, ended up there because of Annabeth. She was struggling with her Italian class one day- languages were really not her strong suit-especially with dyslexia, and Nico corrected her pronunciation without thinking. She immediately latched onto the poor freshmen and asked for tutoring. In return she helps him with his math, and the group just added him in. 
  • Nico became closest with Jason and Reyna, it helps Jason’s dad is like crazy powerful like Nico’s so they both get the pressures of needing to be perfect, have the best grades, etc. Reyna is pretty similar, though she puts the pressure on herself, she’s the student body president, and worked a lot with Jason since he was the vice. 
  • No one really knows why Reyna, the sole senior is best friends with the sole freshmen, but they all just sort of go with it. One time Reyna and Nico traveled down the coast together after Reyna graduated. When they got back, Nico-in a Hawaiian shirt no less- Reyna was less tense and Nico was much happier. 
  • Reyna still hung out with everyone on their weekly movie nights and was one of the only ones besides Percy who could really calm Annabeth down when she was panicking over exams. She understood that Annabeth couldn’t just turn it off, she needed an outlet and a way to refocus, she needed a confidence boost, and Reyna would act like a study budy, quizzing her until Annabeth realized she knew the material and could pass the test. Reyna went to community college while everyone was seniors, saving up money and getting recommendations for the ivy-league college she wanted. 
  • The whole group was constantly doing movie nights, scavenger hunts, night games at parks, that sort of thing. They got into more trouble than their teachers and parents liked, but they also protected younger kids from bullies and made sure that the creeps stayed away from the parks (the perfect place for capture the flag, ghost in the graveyard, and good old fashioned tag, if you couldn’t find the group, check the nearest park), so they got away with more than anyone will admit. 
  • They all stayed in contact after high school, despite some of them being across the country. 
Late Night Calls - Simon Imagine

Late night calls - Simon

It was 12:18am and I couldn’t get a wink of sleep. Something was keeping me awake and I couldn’t figure out what it was.

I picked up my phone, since I couldn’t sleep anyways and saw that Simon had just tweeted. I’ve watching his videos for a long time now and I always reply to his tweets, so why would I switch my routine now?

His tweet said,

“@miniminter7: anyone still awake at this hour?”

I was the first reply, which never usually happens.

I got a notification saying that “@miniminter7 is now following you!”

Needless to say I was frickin zazzed. I then received a dm from him.

“@miniminter7: now why are you up so late/early?” It read.

I giggled with excitement and took a big breath deciding what to say.

“@y/t/n: just couldn’t fall asleep, I felt like something was keeping me up. You on a video grind?” I asked him.

I didn’t really expect him to respond, but he did quickly after I sent my message.

“@miniminter7: no, I actually felt like something was keeping me up as well. Perhaps it’s some twisted fate we ended up talking ;)” he casually flirted.

I ended up talking to him for a good hour before we both mutually decided to go to bed.

The next day, in the mid afternoon, soon after I got home from a friends house, I received a message from Simon again, asking me if I wanted to Skype with him.

Of course I agreed and I gave him my Skype name. Taking my coffee to my room to log onto Skype.

It began to ring and I picked up the call, Simon’s handsome face appearing on the screen.

“Hiiii” he said enthusiastically.

“Good afternoon.” I smiled and giggled a bit, sipping my coffee.

“It’s like two am here, but yeah good afternoon.” He said still with a big smile on his face.

“Oh yeah, I had forgotten about time difference.” I said face palming.

“Oi don’t damage your face. You’re super pretty.” Simon said leaning into his hands.

I mimicked his action. “And you’re super handsome.” We flirted back and forth with cheesy chat up lines.

Over the course of about two months, with back and forth texts, Skype sessions, and phone calls, I had gotten to be quite good friends with Simon.

One night as we sat eating together over Skype, he asked me a question.

“Do you want to come to Pax?” He asked me.

I stopped eating. “What?” I questioned. Even though I knew what he had said.

“Will you come to pax? We can finally meet in person.” He said.

“Pax east? In Boston?” I asked.

“Yes. The very one.” He had a look of anticipation on his face.

“Let me check.” I looked at my schedule for all of my activities.

“You happen to be in luck Si, I have that entire week free. I can definitely make it.” I stated smiling at him.

“Yes! I can’t wait to see you gorgeous.” He called me by the cute little name he calls me from time to time.

“Until then,” I blew a little kiss at him and he pretended to catch it and put it to his heart.

We ended our skype call and I began to plan for pax.

I arrived in Boston, with my bag rolling behind me.

I searched for a cab, hailing one and giving the driver directions to the hotel.

When I arrived, I texted Simon, letting him know where I was staying.

“From: Mini ❤️, IM THERE AS WELL, DONT BOTHER RESERVING A ROOM I HAVE A DOUBLE.”

Before I could respond I was picked up and held in a tight hug.

I recognized Simon’s face and hugged him back.

“It’s so good to finally meet you in person.” He said rubbing my back.

“You’re even more handsome in person.” I said.

“And you’re even lovelier in person.” He complimented.

We held each other and I soon heard “just kiss her mate!” From Harry and then a split second later Simon’s lips were on mine in a quick little kiss.

“Happy?” Simon asked Harry and Harry gave a cheeky wink and walked away.

Simon’s face turned to mine again.

“Sorry about that I just wanted him to sh-” I cut him off by kissing him again.

“You’re a great kisser.” I complimented him.

“So are you. Come up to the room and we’ll get you settled in babes.” He held my hand as we made our ascent to the room.



Thanks for requesting! I really enjoyed this topic. Requests are always open!

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER CAN POTENTIALLY
MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

– BASICS.

NAME:  Michelle (Corgi)
•  PRONOUNS: she/her
•  SEXUALITY: bisexual
•  TAKEN OR SINGLE:  taken

– THREE FACTS.

  1. I’ve got about seven tattoos and plan on getting more.
  2. I love horror stories/ghost stories/creepypastas.
  3. I studied at culinary school for two years and still really love cooking and baking, even if I’m not doing it any longer.

 HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):  On Tumblr, about four years, in general I’ve been rping in some way or another for years and yeas.
•  PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:   Skype, Chatzy, Tumblr, Discord, pen and paper, tabletop, AIM
•  BEST EXPERIENCE: I’ve made so many good friends rping, it’s been such a wonderful place for me. 

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

•  FEMALE OR MALE: Both, though I lean a little bit toward females.
 FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: All three. I love writing smut, I’ll be honest. But fluff, angst, and even action/drama are all wonderful and great fun to write.
•  PLOTS OR MEMES: Both, really. I’ve had some fun things come out of memes. 
•  LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: It depends. I love the details in long ones, but they’re often hard for me to write. But at the same time, I’m not fond of short ones. Somewhere between one and two paragraphs is pretty perfect for me. 
•  BEST TIME TO WRITE:  Usually when I shouldn’t be. XD Like at work or something.
 ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  Not really? I mean, Charity’s got some moments when she’s kinda like me, but for the most part, we’re quite different. I’m a rather mild person, I guess? Although, we both are really short.

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Tagging: @burningxpages @wexthexcursed @polysemic-president @conquistadoradelmar @perpetuallyadrift anyone else who would like to.

anonymous asked:

hey buddy how's it going ??

hey friend i’m great!! today was a really good day because it was my first day off in ages! i got lots of sleep and skyped my beautiful and wonderful partner. i also dyed my hair! and i’m watching Batman with some friends tonight! how about yourself?

tygermama  asked:

So now that Bucky's back, a lot of people are sending him Bucky Bears, right? so what do they do with them? my new headcanon is they have a room full of them and used them to build a Bucky Bear fort. All the new ones they don't need get sent to children's hospitals.

The first Bucky Bear really comes to Steve himself, courtesy of a little girl who liked being Tiny Princess Captain America for Halloween. 

She’d seen Steve on the TV and thought that he was sad, sadder than he’d been in his “old pictures with no colors in them.”  He didn’t smile a lot anymore, she’d noted.  But he used to smile in all the old pictures and he looked really handsome when he smiled, better than a Disney Prince.  And she thought that maybe that was because he missed Bucky, who everyone knew was his bestest friend in the whole wide world.

Her own best friend was moving far away and she wasn’t going to see her anymore, except maybe on Skype and that wasn’t the same, really, as being there all the time.  So she was sad too and figured that was why Cap was sad.  So she was sending him her very own Bucky Bear, because although the Bear wasn’t as good as having the real Bucky, maybe it would make him less sad. 

Steve would send her a story, in pictures, of Bucky and the original Bucky Bear and the silly thing that the Commandos did to make Bucky smile when he got hurt during the war and was trying to get better.  He sent the story along with a toy shield and thanked Tiny Princess Captain America for saving him.

That particular Bucky Bear would have a place of honor on Steve’s bedside table.  Clint would christen the bear as Tiny Princess Bucky Bear, in honor of the Tiny Princess. 

(He’d try to call the human Bucky Tiny Princess too, but that led to Things that Nat would not save him from, saying that he brought it all on his own head.)

When Bucky Barnes finally came home, he frankly didn’t expect that he’d get all this support not just from Steve (Steve would always have his back, that was a given), Steve’s friends, who were now Bucky’s as well but from all these other people.  Bucky Bears were sent to them but there were a few Captain Ameribears as well, because there were kids good and determined that Captain America and Bucky Barnes shouldn’t be separated from each other ever again.

The original Corporal Bucky Bear, who’d been given to Tony as a child by Peggy herself, came to join Tiny Princess Bucky Bear, fully restored with his Corporal’s stripes on his blue peacoat. 

But all the other Bears… well, there were sick kids in hospitals all over New York, who would be surprised by a quiet visit from Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, with their new fuzzy friends.  Operation: Find Bucky Bear a Home was a mission happily undertaken by the Captain and the Winter Soldier. 

Bucky would own this part of himself now but he would be a soldier who would protect and defend, not a mindless asset.  And he would only be obeying the orders of the one man he’d take orders from, his beloved Captain. 

Every kid they visited was willing to be drafted into this mission and the Bears were happy to be given their orders from Captain America. 

Later on, Steve would receive another letter from Tiny Princess Captain America, together with a photograph.  She was reunited with her best friend the Tiny Princess Winter Soldier at Comic Con and posed together in their costumes and their respective teddy bears.  

Eventually the little girls would meet their heroes in person. 

They’d also meet the Bears. 

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Note:  It took me a while to respond to this prompt so EEP!  Also, I kept getting inspired by Tiny Princess Captain America too.  :D  There should be a Tiny Princess Avengers Assemble!

What the heck is Critical Role?

Okay, a couple folks have asked what the heck Critical Role is, so here’s the overview: it’s a bunch of famous voice actors (they each have like 200+ IMDB credits, you’ve definitely heard them somewhere before) playing Dungeons and Dragons. What makes it different from a lot of celebrity-geek stuff is that this group had already been playing together (with these same characters) for about two years before the show started–they’re all very close friends who just decided to stream the continuation of their Thursday-night games live instead of playing at home. They are really invested in their characters and in each other’s characters at this point.

So you’ve got a bunch of people whose job it is to act out a scene with their voices alone… acting out a scene with their voices alone. It’s a really, really good match, and everybody’s fantastic chemistry with each other really comes across. One of my favorite things is how much the actors love the game and prioritize it–one of them stays up until 2AM skyping in and then casually mentions she has to leave for work at 5AM. One of them comes in immediately after attending an awards ceremony, still wearing her dress. This is clearly a highlight of their week, and that enthusiasm really shows.

The DM is Matt Mercer, who is astonishingly good at setting the stage (his NPCs are spectacular). The main cast is initially Liam O’Brien, Laura Bailey, Ashley Johnson, Travis Willingham, Taliesin Jaffe, Marisha Ray, Orion Acaba, and Sam Riegel, although one cast member has since left to pursue other interests and another is mostly a Skype-only presence right now due to filming commitments on the other side of the country. You don’t need any prior knowledge of D&D to follow it, but if you know the game: they’re running 5e with some Pathfinder rules grandfathered in and a little bit of homebrew here and there.

There’s a lot of trial and error in the early episodes with the format/technology (audio issues in the first couple eps), and they make the dubious choice of streaming the Twitch chat in the corner of the screen, but that goes away eventually. I tended to just pop up a blank notepad file to cover it up when it was particularly distracting.

Each episode is, uh. 3-5 hours long. That’s not a typo. There are currently 50… 51? episodes, all up in this playlist. That’s… quite a lot of show to watch. (We’ll ignore the fact that I’m already on episode 40. I’m sure it’s fine.) It’s a good show to have up in the background while you do something else, but when it gets intense, you’ll be glued to the screen.

Because the campaign went on for two years prior to the start of the show, they actually put together a twenty-minute video here that sums up the pre-series backstory, and they have little character-backstory videos at the beginnings of the first few episodes to catch you up.

It’s good stuff! It’s a ton of fun, and the actors get so into it that it has the capacity to be weirdly emotionally devastating as well. 

If you’d like a little clip of what to expect, this is a good one (with minimally spoilery context in the tags).

Fic: Worth It (Jack/Bitty)

Summary: There’s distance. Fortunately, that’s mostly geographical.

A/N: Also on the AO3 if you prefer! I just wanted to write another quick ficlet because I might be a little obsessed with these boys right now. I’m a little surprised to see that Sunday afternoon is suddenly over. :) Hope you enjoy! <333

Having a boyfriend is kind of awesome, Eric decides on the first day they’re together, after Jack has kissed him, then left, then texted him just about a minute later. They text a lot, that day. Then talk on the phone. And he feels so full of emotion they’re spilling over inside of him bubbling out in the form of laughs and pet names and an endless desire to spread out his arms and twirl on the spot and just never stop smiling.

Jack visits him at home for the 4th of July and it’s so amazing – they have to be careful, of course, nobody knows. But every time they’re alone in his room, every time they drive around and find a deserted spot and crawl into the bed of Eric’s pickup, everything is so perfect he can hardly breathe around it. Jack kisses him until both their mouths are sore and it’s the absolute best thing that he’s ever felt in his life. He never wants it to stop.

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I did one of these quite literally a month ago. However, since the end of the year is nearing much closer and reaching my end of the year follower goal, I feel a need to make a quick one of these again. You all have been so great and so lovely and so nice. I can only hope with the incoming year, I can get to know some of you lovely people. Most of everyone on here are mutuals, with the exception of very few. If I have forgotten anybody, I am truly sorry. With that said, here is my 2015 Follow Forever².

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Timehop shattered me today. Usually it’s okay. Melancholy for the past, but still good. Today was not. Today hit me like a brick wall.

I’ve been talking to the most amazing guy for years now. We met on Omegle.
The year I graduated high school(2011!), a really big tumblr trend was to go on Omegle under the “tumblr” tag and try to find your friends/followers. It was hysterical. It was fun. I was on there so much it started leaking into my real life. My friend and I would have sleepovers and stay up until crazy hours, on Omegle just finding people to talk to. Obviously the cute ones would get more attention, and we’d have to skip a dick or 10(yes literal dicks), and on the rare occasion we’d get a guy’s number and text for 48 hours and then never again.
But one night, it was different. If I remember right, we were dicking around with stuffed animals. We’d hold them on screen and try to get people to interact with them without seeing what we looked like. Accents, whatever. And if they gave us the time of day we revealed our faces after a while. So we connect with this random babe. And he’s got the bluest eyes. And this swoopy brown hair. Squarish jawline. And he says he’s from England and we’re swooning because we’re American and foreign accents are delicious. He’s not talking though, just typing. We eventually show our faces. My friend gets bored and says we should skip him but I don’t want to. He’s so cute and the way he won’t speak is making him a mystery I’m dying to hear. I get his Skype so we can move on and promise to talk to him later. This guy is cute and all but we’ve only just met and I’m hosting a sleepover and my friend is bored. A bit later, I get a Skype message. I let the guy know we’re still on Omegle. What’s he still doing up? It’s like 6am there. He’s nuts. But he wants to Skype me. But I can’t. My friend is there. I can’t just take over the computer. Eventually my friend gets tired. So I close Omegle and Skype the England Boy. I’m begging him to say “love” in the accent I know he has. But he won’t do it. I’m 18 years old and teenage romance novels are my weakness and romcoms are everything and the way Gerard Butler calls his leading lady “love” is all I need in my life. My friend is falling asleep on the couch and I’m busy falling for the biggest fall of my life. We’re Skyping for four hours. He barely speaks. And then gloriously he says to me, “goodnight love,” and I’m dying from head to toe, it’s beautiful and this cute guy said it in his cute accent and even if he didn’t mean it, if he only said it because I begged and persuaded it out of him, it’s still got me in a puddle of emotions. It’s perfect. He’s great. I’ve got him on Skype. I can call him up whenever I want.
That was how it started. It was everything to me. I stayed up Skyping him when I should have been sleeping. I stayed on Skype with him for 6 hours 6 days a week. It was the summer before I went to college. He meant everything to me. He made me laugh. Die laughing. He was adorable and funny and charming and immature and sarcastic in all the right ways. He’s terrified of spiders. Sometimes, he sleep walks. He hates pineapple. He’s got a lesbian sister. More siblings. He’s never owned a car. He doesn’t have a license to drive. He’s getting a 7k inheritance when he turns 21. His dad’s an accountant. He had a brother who passed away. His girlfriend appears to be a massive uncaring bitch. He can do better. Dealing with my feelings and his girlfriend was a rough patch. She’d infuriate me so badly some nights. He’d Skype me from her house. It’s okay, she’s asleep. Why are you talking to me? You should be sleeping next to her. You can’t sleep? That happened more than once.
When he broke up with her I was so happy for him. So proud of him. He didn’t have to date me. Distance. Yuck. But now he could find someone to treat and be treated better. He never really did.
He’d watch American Football. Something I’m not sure he’d ever even thought about before me. He’d say he’d seen a Vikings game. Why would you watch that? We’re terrible. Football sucks.
He Skyped me through the single semester I went through college. He made a tumblr because I used it so much. We had matching links at one point. He Skyped me when I came home from college. I got a job, a good job but I still had time for him. I moved in with friends downtown. I got a new, good job. I was meeting people. I was partying. I was hooking up with people because I had all these feelings for a guy halfway across the world that were becoming hard to deal with outside our computer screen Skype world. It was easier to crash into guys who didn’t really care about me and wouldn’t notice I wasn’t exactly there for them emotionally 100%, even if I pretend or felt like it for fleeting moments in time. It had been three years since we first met. I started fading. I was working 40 hours a week. I hated my job. Loving him and not being with him was suddenly becoming painful. Not talking about it because it was painful and a useless conversation was even more painful. It wasn’t easy to accept anymore. It wasn’t easy to know that everyone around me wasn’t him. That no one could amount to him. That I could harbour so much feeling for a guy I’d never met. Would maybe never meet. These feelings were suffocating. I was drowning in something I couldn’t have. Couldn’t even touch. He was mad at me for becoming more and more unavailable. I tried to explain it. He was killing me. He couldn’t understand. He still wouldn’t.
We Snapchatted. Barely. I found a boy at home who wanted to hook up and also be a friend. Eventually it crashed into a million fucking pieces, but it helped me. At least, I thought it did. I tried so hard to make it work. If I couldn’t have England Boy, maybe this guy would date me. Maybe I’d finally be worthy of “girlfriend.” Well, I wasn’t. I lost the extended fling, and the guy halfway across the world was hurt that I was distant. Because he couldn’t understand. Because I couldn’t understand.

Now we never talk. I don’t remember the last time we had a video chat. Over 6 months ago? He’s back with his girlfriend who never cared enough. He’s got a life and he’s ignoring me.

It’s August 11th, 2015, and four years ago today, I met you. And our relationship killed me.